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Did you know a smile can increase your face value? Well, not really, but I’ve got your attention now don’t I?

So much can be read in a person’s face – their happiness and sorrow; their shock and surprise. When we attempt to cover up our feelings, we are doing an injustice not only to the person we’re conversing with but also to ourselves.

Even though the world, at times, seems like it’s spinning out of control, just take a moment to breathe… and smile!*

I understand and appreciate the feeling cited above. But we cannot live fortune cookie lives. We can’t possibly take a few nice words (written on a small, folded piece of paper and shoved inside a dessert) seriously. We hear about tragedy and suffering on the news all day long. We see injustice and cruelty all around us. Sure, it’d be great to live in a world wearing rose-colored glasses but, eventually, reality will cross our path and bite us in the butt.

So, by all means, think positively and be considerate of those around you. But know that, against our better judgment, words CAN sometimes hurt!

I never thought it would happen but it did… I got sick. Normally that wouldn’t be a catastrophic event except for the fact that I am currently my parents’ caretaker and I’m not supposed to get sick.

Who’s gonna take care of ME now?

Of course, all throughout my illness, my Mom kept asking if there was anything she could do for me but the last thing I wanted was for either of them to get sick, too. So, that’s my dilemma.

Mom was always my caretaker. Even after I left for college, she would tell me to come home if I got sick so that she could take care of me (like that was ever going to happen). And when I eventually got married and had a husband to take care of me, she still insisted on being there for me if at all possible.

I understand that feeling all too well because I hate it when my kids get sick. All I want to do is take the pain and misery away. It’s a mother’s curse. So, as I continue to avoid my parents while trying to prevent them from catching my germs, I learn the ultimate lesson… “Once you sign on to be a mother, that’s the only shift they offer.”*

A is for arthritisB is for bad backC is for the chest pains – corned beef?cardiac?D is for dental decay and declineE is for eyesight – can’t read that top lineF is for fissures and fluid retentionG is for gas (which I’d rather not mention – and not to forget other gastrointestinal glitches)H is high blood pressureI is for itches and lots of incisionsJ is for joints, that now fail to flexL is libido – what happened to sex?Wait! I forgot about K!K is for my knees – that crack all the time(But forgive me, I get a few lapses in myMemory from time to time)N is for nerve (pinched) and neck (stiff)
and neurosisO is for osteo – for all the bones that crackP is for prescriptions, that cost a small fortuneQ is for queasiness. Fatal or just the flu?Give me another pill and I’ll be good as new!R is for reflux – one meal turns into twoS is for sleepless nights (counting fears on how to pay my medical bills)T is for tinnitus – I hear bells in my ears
And the word ‘terminal’ also rings too nearU is for urinary and the difficulties that flow (or not)V is for vertigo, as life spins byW is worry, for pains yet unfoundX is for x-ray and what one might findY is for year (another one, I’m still alive)Z is for zest